Disclaimer: Momori and Noodals do not own Inu-Yasha (all though we wish we did...^^') so do not sue us!!
A/N: And once again, we strike! It's another chapter!! Wheee!! (You'd probably know that it's Momori speaking when the author says whee...) Alrighty, might as well get going. R+R!!
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"Sango-chan, you think you get it now?"
Kagome asked questioningly to Sango. She had just finished explaining all that she had heard from Sesshomaru's men at the restaurant. Sango nodded.
"I get it. You can leave it to me and Miroku now."
"Right."
Sango dressed herself into her bartender uniform, and pulled her hair back in a bun using two long, thin blades (in the place for chopsticks). Since only the handle sections stood out, the blade portions were concealed by the hair. She wore the usual recorder-included earrings, much similar to Kagome's, and took along a few other gadgets with her. She nodded to Kagome as she walked out of her apartment. Miroku awaited her at the foot of the stairs, also dressed in his bartender uniform. Together, they stalked out into the dark streets to take on their portion of the night.
*At the bar*
"Sir, I believe it is time that I took your keys now..."
"I-*hic* would rather not *hic* have that happen...."
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no choice. Please hand them over."
"*Hic* Awwee, c'mon cutie, let me go on this one will you?"
Miroku glared at the drunk man at the counter, talking to Sango like that. Sango was HIS, after all... And I mean, that was like what, his fifteenth bottle of sake?
"Sir, I don't want to go through pulling your dentures out like last time. I beg that you take them out RIGHT. NOW."
"Alright, alright Sango. I-*hic* get your point..."
"Good. Now hand them over...."
"*hic* I'm getting to it...."
The bell on the door tinkled. Another drunk man came stumbling in. Another one of those people. The first man, and the one that just came in, both appeared to be...well....spies....in a rather dumb sort of way....(hey it's Miller Time, okay? That's why all of these professional spies are drunk! Got it? ^^')
"Yo, whaddup? *Hic*"
"Yo, you drunk?"
"Whaddaya think?"
"...NO...."
"*hic* Right again...."
Sango's thoughts: Here we go again.... Drunk men dialogue.....
Miroku's thoughts: If they touch Sango, I'll...I'll....
"Miroku?"
"...HUH?!"
"You're red like a beet. Get over in that sink and start washing those dishes. They stink like horse dung..."
"...right..."
"Alrighty, hand over your keys mister."
"*hic* Boss told me not to..."
"Oh really? Who's the boss?"
"Some guy named *hic* Naraku..."
"....."
Sango took the keys from his hand, and went into the corner. She did the earring-conversation process.
"You heard that?"
"...yeah..."
"We need the info. Do something."
Miroku glared at her from across the room.
"You're expecting ME to do something?"
"Who else? I'm a female!"
"PRECISELY." Sango's ears were ringing after Miroku's comment.
"...ouch..."
"*humph*"
"Just go do something. I'll check the car."
"Fine, YOU get the easy job. What am I supposed to do?"
"Your choice. It would help if you got them really distracted. Since they're drunk, I wouldn't think it would make much difference if you ....supposedly put on some make up..and..."
"I WHAT?!!"
"You know...."
"You actually think I'm going to do this?"
"Look macho man, you want me?"
"......"
"I know you're blushing over there...."
"......."
"If you want me...."
"........"
"JUST SAY SOMETHING!!"
"................."
"Fine. If you do this for me, I'll give you a BIG surprise..."
"REALLY?!"
"No, it's not what you think..."
"What is it then?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise..."
"Tell me."
"No."
"PLEASE?!!"
"Look, are you a spy or not?"
"Of course I am!"
"Then GET GOING ON THE JOB!"
".....you'd BETTER give me that reward..."
"GO!"
Miroku waited until he saw Sango creep out into the parking lot. He then went to the bar and fixed up two fancy cocktails, heavily loaded with alcohol. In ten seconds they appeared to be asleep...or knocked out...?
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........."
Miroku slowly crept out in baby steps when-
"*SHNORT!!*"
"....!!!!!"
He ran over beside the sleeping bodies and began-
"Roocckk-a-bye sppiiesss doon't waake upppp,
giiiive us infooooooo, then you can stooooopp."
"ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.........."
The men were completely asleep, and because of the hot summer heat, their belts appeared to be loose. One drooped down QUITE farther then Miroku wanted, and it was enough to reveal several hearts on his boxers. And attached to the rim of the heart-filled lingerie (wait, is that only for women? Oh whatever...), was a giant gun model of a six-inch Golden Serpent. THAT was surprising...why? BECAUSE DRUNK, MENTAL MEN DON'T WALK AROUND CARRYING HAZARDOUS WEAPONS ON THEIR UNDERWEAR!!!! THEY WERE ASSASINS!!
Miroku slowly walked out the bar, randomly making up verses to his lullaby. He finally made it to the parking lot. Sango was already in the middle of investigation of the giant Mercedes.
"MIROKU!!"
"SSHHH!!!! THE ASSASINS ARE SLEEPING!!"
Bystanders stared.
"They're WHAT?!"
"They're ASLEEP!"
"NONONO, I KNOW THAT!!! WHAT ARE THEY?!!"
"A-S-S-A-S-I-N-S!!!!!! ASSASINS!!"
"But why?! How?!"
"Why how what?! Speak in full length sentences darling..."
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?! THAT THEY WERE ASSASINS I MEAN?!!"
"One would never know by looking at another man's boxers. Assasins are sissies at heart... Pun intended..."
"And your definition of 'pun intended' meaning...."
"He's wearing heart boxers."
It took a bit for Sango to digest the info.
".......HE WHAT???!!!!!"
"Sango, I can't get any simpler!!"
"AND YOU WOULD KNOW THIS HOW??!!!!!"
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT HIS BELT IS LOOSE, ALRIGHT?!!"
"WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO?!! STRIP HIM?!!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
"WELL THAT WOULD EXPLAIN YOUR PERVERTED NATURE!!"
"SANGO, LISTEN TO ME!!!!! HE'S DRUNK!! I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE'S BEEN! SO DON'T ACCUSE ME OF SOME SORT OF UNKNOWN...ACCIDENT HERE!!!!! AND YOU'D PROBABLY KNOW VERY WELL THAT DRUNK, MENTAL MEN DON'T WALK AROUND WITH STUPID WEAPONS STUCK TO THEIR UNDERPANTS!!!!!!!"
Sango paused for a while.
"How am I going to be able to trust you from now on? Bolt your butt to a gadget? Like a video camera or something?"
"SANGO!!! DON'T YOU TRUST ME?!"
"DO I?!" She yammered back.
"DON'T YOU?!"
"DO I?"
"DON'T YOU?!"
"DO I?"
"DON'T YOU?!"
"What are we talking about?"
"Forget it. Let's check out this baby..."
Miroku patted the Mercedes delicately. Sango unlocked the door, and crawled in. Miroku went for the back seat. Inside, they began rummaging around. Miroku shuddered.
"What's this? The Sake Weekly? I don't wanna know....."
(Note: Sake=Japanese wine)
Miroku was actually hoping deep down inside that he'd find a 'good' magazine...and he got his wish...
"PLAYBOY!!!!"
Sango twitched.
"WHAT?!!"
"Urrr, nothing..."
They spent thirty minutes poking around the car, until they finally found what they wanted.
"POCKY!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Note: pocky=famous Japanese snack)
"Urrr, Sango, not QUITE...."
"Awwee, but MIROKU!!"
"No, what we want is THIS."
He held up a cassette tape labled: Naraku's conversation based on Shikon Jewel. He smirked.
"Quite obvious isn't it? Ironic for them...."
Miroku snickered.
"Alright then, we might as well get going before anyone gets suspicious."
Sango tugged at his sleeve. Miroku nodded and turned around towards the door. But-
"Huummpphh!!!"
"Miroku, what's wrong?!"
"Garrr, my foot's stuck between the seats!"
"What on earth were you doing THERE? Digging for gold?"
"Just GET ME OUTTA HERE."
"Alright, alright."
Sango scooted over to help Miroku, but as she did so, she nudged her finger into the remote controller gadget attached to the car keys. The unfortunate button she hit was the car alarm.
OOOOO-WEEEEE, OOOOOO-WEEEEE, OOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
"MIROKU!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I CAN'T!!!!!! GET ME OUT!!!!!! THE ASSASINS ARE GONNA KILL ME WITH THEIR WEAPONS ON THEIR UNDERWEAR!! HELPP!!!!"
"Miroku, WHY do I have to save your life EVERY TIME we go out on a mission?!"
"You DON'T!! I'VE SAVED YOU A FEW TIMES!!"
"Wait, are you saying I DON'T have to save you all the time? Then that means...BYE THEN!!" Sango smirked and prepared to leap out of the car.
"NONONONONONONONOOO!! DON'T LEAVE ME!! SAVE ME NOW!!"
Miroku gave her the usual puppy eyes.
"*sigh* The things I do for you Miroku..."
She went over to the driver's seat, and yanked the whole dang thing out. Miroku gaped as he saw her toss it carelessly out into the trees beside the parking lot. She brushed herself off, and motioned him to follow.
"You done staring? Good. Let's go."
She pulled him out of the boisterous car and they ran out into the night.
"Miroku, are you alright?"
"Yeah."
Both were breathing hard by the time they got back to Sango's apartment. They figured it would be safer there. A pause went by between them. Sango broke it up.
"You still have the tape?"
"Yep."
*pause*
Miroku turned to face her straight in the face.
"Sango...."
"Yea?"
"Where's my reward?"
"........."
"Well? Are you gonna give it to me?"
"FINE! Fine fine fine....."
She wedged her face close up to his and slammed her lips into his right cheek.
Miroku's thoughts: That kinda hurt, but I'm still happy...
With that, he said good night to her and walked slowly back to his apartment in the shadows...
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Thus ends chapter 4!! WHEE!!! We hope you liked this one, especially all you Miroku/Sango fans. Yes, yes, it wasn't REALLY waffy, but still it's got action and a hint of romance and whatnot. R+R!!
Mini Disclaimer: We do not own any companies with brand names mentioned in this chapter. Exp: Mercedes, Pocky, Playboy, etc.
A/N: And once again, we strike! It's another chapter!! Wheee!! (You'd probably know that it's Momori speaking when the author says whee...) Alrighty, might as well get going. R+R!!
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"Sango-chan, you think you get it now?"
Kagome asked questioningly to Sango. She had just finished explaining all that she had heard from Sesshomaru's men at the restaurant. Sango nodded.
"I get it. You can leave it to me and Miroku now."
"Right."
Sango dressed herself into her bartender uniform, and pulled her hair back in a bun using two long, thin blades (in the place for chopsticks). Since only the handle sections stood out, the blade portions were concealed by the hair. She wore the usual recorder-included earrings, much similar to Kagome's, and took along a few other gadgets with her. She nodded to Kagome as she walked out of her apartment. Miroku awaited her at the foot of the stairs, also dressed in his bartender uniform. Together, they stalked out into the dark streets to take on their portion of the night.
*At the bar*
"Sir, I believe it is time that I took your keys now..."
"I-*hic* would rather not *hic* have that happen...."
"I'm sorry sir, but I have no choice. Please hand them over."
"*Hic* Awwee, c'mon cutie, let me go on this one will you?"
Miroku glared at the drunk man at the counter, talking to Sango like that. Sango was HIS, after all... And I mean, that was like what, his fifteenth bottle of sake?
"Sir, I don't want to go through pulling your dentures out like last time. I beg that you take them out RIGHT. NOW."
"Alright, alright Sango. I-*hic* get your point..."
"Good. Now hand them over...."
"*hic* I'm getting to it...."
The bell on the door tinkled. Another drunk man came stumbling in. Another one of those people. The first man, and the one that just came in, both appeared to be...well....spies....in a rather dumb sort of way....(hey it's Miller Time, okay? That's why all of these professional spies are drunk! Got it? ^^')
"Yo, whaddup? *Hic*"
"Yo, you drunk?"
"Whaddaya think?"
"...NO...."
"*hic* Right again...."
Sango's thoughts: Here we go again.... Drunk men dialogue.....
Miroku's thoughts: If they touch Sango, I'll...I'll....
"Miroku?"
"...HUH?!"
"You're red like a beet. Get over in that sink and start washing those dishes. They stink like horse dung..."
"...right..."
"Alrighty, hand over your keys mister."
"*hic* Boss told me not to..."
"Oh really? Who's the boss?"
"Some guy named *hic* Naraku..."
"....."
Sango took the keys from his hand, and went into the corner. She did the earring-conversation process.
"You heard that?"
"...yeah..."
"We need the info. Do something."
Miroku glared at her from across the room.
"You're expecting ME to do something?"
"Who else? I'm a female!"
"PRECISELY." Sango's ears were ringing after Miroku's comment.
"...ouch..."
"*humph*"
"Just go do something. I'll check the car."
"Fine, YOU get the easy job. What am I supposed to do?"
"Your choice. It would help if you got them really distracted. Since they're drunk, I wouldn't think it would make much difference if you ....supposedly put on some make up..and..."
"I WHAT?!!"
"You know...."
"You actually think I'm going to do this?"
"Look macho man, you want me?"
"......"
"I know you're blushing over there...."
"......."
"If you want me...."
"........"
"JUST SAY SOMETHING!!"
"................."
"Fine. If you do this for me, I'll give you a BIG surprise..."
"REALLY?!"
"No, it's not what you think..."
"What is it then?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise..."
"Tell me."
"No."
"PLEASE?!!"
"Look, are you a spy or not?"
"Of course I am!"
"Then GET GOING ON THE JOB!"
".....you'd BETTER give me that reward..."
"GO!"
Miroku waited until he saw Sango creep out into the parking lot. He then went to the bar and fixed up two fancy cocktails, heavily loaded with alcohol. In ten seconds they appeared to be asleep...or knocked out...?
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........."
Miroku slowly crept out in baby steps when-
"*SHNORT!!*"
"....!!!!!"
He ran over beside the sleeping bodies and began-
"Roocckk-a-bye sppiiesss doon't waake upppp,
giiiive us infooooooo, then you can stooooopp."
"ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.........."
The men were completely asleep, and because of the hot summer heat, their belts appeared to be loose. One drooped down QUITE farther then Miroku wanted, and it was enough to reveal several hearts on his boxers. And attached to the rim of the heart-filled lingerie (wait, is that only for women? Oh whatever...), was a giant gun model of a six-inch Golden Serpent. THAT was surprising...why? BECAUSE DRUNK, MENTAL MEN DON'T WALK AROUND CARRYING HAZARDOUS WEAPONS ON THEIR UNDERWEAR!!!! THEY WERE ASSASINS!!
Miroku slowly walked out the bar, randomly making up verses to his lullaby. He finally made it to the parking lot. Sango was already in the middle of investigation of the giant Mercedes.
"MIROKU!!"
"SSHHH!!!! THE ASSASINS ARE SLEEPING!!"
Bystanders stared.
"They're WHAT?!"
"They're ASLEEP!"
"NONONO, I KNOW THAT!!! WHAT ARE THEY?!!"
"A-S-S-A-S-I-N-S!!!!!! ASSASINS!!"
"But why?! How?!"
"Why how what?! Speak in full length sentences darling..."
"HOW DID YOU KNOW?! THAT THEY WERE ASSASINS I MEAN?!!"
"One would never know by looking at another man's boxers. Assasins are sissies at heart... Pun intended..."
"And your definition of 'pun intended' meaning...."
"He's wearing heart boxers."
It took a bit for Sango to digest the info.
".......HE WHAT???!!!!!"
"Sango, I can't get any simpler!!"
"AND YOU WOULD KNOW THIS HOW??!!!!!"
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT HIS BELT IS LOOSE, ALRIGHT?!!"
"WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO?!! STRIP HIM?!!"
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
"WELL THAT WOULD EXPLAIN YOUR PERVERTED NATURE!!"
"SANGO, LISTEN TO ME!!!!! HE'S DRUNK!! I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE'S BEEN! SO DON'T ACCUSE ME OF SOME SORT OF UNKNOWN...ACCIDENT HERE!!!!! AND YOU'D PROBABLY KNOW VERY WELL THAT DRUNK, MENTAL MEN DON'T WALK AROUND WITH STUPID WEAPONS STUCK TO THEIR UNDERPANTS!!!!!!!"
Sango paused for a while.
"How am I going to be able to trust you from now on? Bolt your butt to a gadget? Like a video camera or something?"
"SANGO!!! DON'T YOU TRUST ME?!"
"DO I?!" She yammered back.
"DON'T YOU?!"
"DO I?"
"DON'T YOU?!"
"DO I?"
"DON'T YOU?!"
"What are we talking about?"
"Forget it. Let's check out this baby..."
Miroku patted the Mercedes delicately. Sango unlocked the door, and crawled in. Miroku went for the back seat. Inside, they began rummaging around. Miroku shuddered.
"What's this? The Sake Weekly? I don't wanna know....."
(Note: Sake=Japanese wine)
Miroku was actually hoping deep down inside that he'd find a 'good' magazine...and he got his wish...
"PLAYBOY!!!!"
Sango twitched.
"WHAT?!!"
"Urrr, nothing..."
They spent thirty minutes poking around the car, until they finally found what they wanted.
"POCKY!!!!!!!!!!!"
(Note: pocky=famous Japanese snack)
"Urrr, Sango, not QUITE...."
"Awwee, but MIROKU!!"
"No, what we want is THIS."
He held up a cassette tape labled: Naraku's conversation based on Shikon Jewel. He smirked.
"Quite obvious isn't it? Ironic for them...."
Miroku snickered.
"Alright then, we might as well get going before anyone gets suspicious."
Sango tugged at his sleeve. Miroku nodded and turned around towards the door. But-
"Huummpphh!!!"
"Miroku, what's wrong?!"
"Garrr, my foot's stuck between the seats!"
"What on earth were you doing THERE? Digging for gold?"
"Just GET ME OUTTA HERE."
"Alright, alright."
Sango scooted over to help Miroku, but as she did so, she nudged her finger into the remote controller gadget attached to the car keys. The unfortunate button she hit was the car alarm.
OOOOO-WEEEEE, OOOOOO-WEEEEE, OOOOOOOO-WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
"MIROKU!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I CAN'T!!!!!! GET ME OUT!!!!!! THE ASSASINS ARE GONNA KILL ME WITH THEIR WEAPONS ON THEIR UNDERWEAR!! HELPP!!!!"
"Miroku, WHY do I have to save your life EVERY TIME we go out on a mission?!"
"You DON'T!! I'VE SAVED YOU A FEW TIMES!!"
"Wait, are you saying I DON'T have to save you all the time? Then that means...BYE THEN!!" Sango smirked and prepared to leap out of the car.
"NONONONONONONONOOO!! DON'T LEAVE ME!! SAVE ME NOW!!"
Miroku gave her the usual puppy eyes.
"*sigh* The things I do for you Miroku..."
She went over to the driver's seat, and yanked the whole dang thing out. Miroku gaped as he saw her toss it carelessly out into the trees beside the parking lot. She brushed herself off, and motioned him to follow.
"You done staring? Good. Let's go."
She pulled him out of the boisterous car and they ran out into the night.
"Miroku, are you alright?"
"Yeah."
Both were breathing hard by the time they got back to Sango's apartment. They figured it would be safer there. A pause went by between them. Sango broke it up.
"You still have the tape?"
"Yep."
*pause*
Miroku turned to face her straight in the face.
"Sango...."
"Yea?"
"Where's my reward?"
"........."
"Well? Are you gonna give it to me?"
"FINE! Fine fine fine....."
She wedged her face close up to his and slammed her lips into his right cheek.
Miroku's thoughts: That kinda hurt, but I'm still happy...
With that, he said good night to her and walked slowly back to his apartment in the shadows...
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Thus ends chapter 4!! WHEE!!! We hope you liked this one, especially all you Miroku/Sango fans. Yes, yes, it wasn't REALLY waffy, but still it's got action and a hint of romance and whatnot. R+R!!
Mini Disclaimer: We do not own any companies with brand names mentioned in this chapter. Exp: Mercedes, Pocky, Playboy, etc.